Wicked is as wicked does I suppose
Trussed up in your Mum’s Corsette
Passing judgement on your peers
Leers and jeers abound snyde and crude
Pansy boy would do well to lie down
For a spell when he comes all undone
Pictures painted haphazardly halfcrazed
In drunken stupors your visions of perverts
Judge , well lest, anyways, you know the rest
Before you go off half cocked the next time
Might I suggest you firmly grasp your cock
Go in the corner, spin around three times
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